Um, hi, Pueblo Solis. Look, there's something we have to tell you. Remember last year, when we gave you Best Guacamole and
Best Margarita? We were trying to get our nerve up to say that we really
like you. A lot. Maybe you've caught us doodling RFT + PS on our napkins, and maybe you want to know what's going on. Let's begin at the beginning: We adore all three of your salsas (mild tomatillo, smoky chile de arbol
and a red-and-green chile mix that burns like our love for you). Then there are the frijoles charros
, those delectable slow-simmered pintos that once led us to exclaim, "Thank you, beans, for tasting so much like bacon!" We love your plump tamales, full of fork-tender pork; we dream of your homemade mole
. And just when we thought things couldn't get any better, this past spring you added that pretty, airy extra room -- even though your food is so good we'd happily devour it in a Greyhound station or atop a storm-threatened tree. So. Now you know. Maybe we can get together for dinner sometime?